The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 1356

Presley gave Dane a quick once-over before settling back into his chair, his expression calm and collected. "What's up? Why did you want to see me?" he asked, casually.

"Nothing major, just brewed up a new batch of medicine and thought you might want to take a look," Dane replied, bending down to gather the shattered pieces of a coffee cup from the floor.

Presley wasn't really in the mood, but watching Dane's careful cleanup, he managed to keep his impatience in check. "Maybe another time."

Dane nodded and tossed the broken pieces into a nearby trash bin. "I just bumped into Devon and the others outside," he mentioned.

At the sound of Devon's name, a flicker of annoyance passed over Presley's face. "People who don't know their place," he muttered with a scoff.

"What's his deal?" Dane asked, pretending to be puzzled.

Presley rubbed his temples, silent for a moment. Dane stood there, unsure if he should break the silence.

Finally, Presley dropped his hand, focusing on Dane. "Oh yeah, didn't you say Mirabella and your dad are pretty close?"

by the question but nodded.

"So, do you think she'd hand

taken aback, his eyes widening. "Wait, the vice president wants the

at Dane directly. "Just tell me, can

waiting in the lobby and approached them as they stepped out

softly, "Ms. Mirabella,

him a cool glance but didn't respond. Devon, however, chimed in, "Grant, I thought you had

checked in

Presley's pocket. But reality had hit

a bitter

He pulled something from his pocket and handed

to Mirabella with a nod, he turned and

holding the medicine bottle, frowned. Opening